Page 54 of My Road Trip with a Vampire: Season One
His eyes narrow.
“Because I already messed up by bringing you to Faith’s, and I got distracted there. Byyou. Hell, I should have never asked you to join me in the first place, but I—” He stares back, his eyes dark and smoldering beneath his wet lashes. “I did it because I’m selfish, and it’s too late to go back now, but I can at least try to keep you out of harm’s way while we're co-workers.”
“You are keeping me safe though. You came when I called for you.”
“But I was almost too late, and I’m not supposed to care like this. I’m a vampire. I suck blood and fuck a lot of people; I’ve seen how humans get hurt by monsters like me. I can’t be what you need.”
“There’s that big ego of yours again.”
“What?”
There’s amusement in his voice, and the serious set of his mouth shifts into a rogue grin.
“You watched me long enough before approaching me. You should know all I really need is a good fuck.”
Nothing messy. No strings attached. I get to see the world, and he can keep drinking from whomever he pleases.
“Is that all?” he asks as if it’s a challenge.
“I think so.”
His thumb brushes over my nipple, making the buzzing sensation in my blood rise to the surface. I tilt my head to the side, enjoying the strange feeling like he’s someone I’ve wanted for years and he’s finally touching me.
My muscles tighten in anticipation when his fingertips trail down my belly and over my mound.
“Bea,” he breathes, leaning down close to my ear to ask, “are you sure you’re alright with this?”
I listen to the rhythm of my breath, the steady beating of my heart that seems to be slamming itself between my legs where his fingers hesitate. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more. I circle my hips, trying to feel the pressure I’m craving against my clit.
“Yes.”
With that, he slips two fingers inside me.
“Lovely,” he whispers. “Such a good girl, already so wet for me.”
“I am.”
He works his fingers in and out of me.
“Ride them for me like you wanted to in the cellar.”
I moan at the thought and pull my hips back before rocking back to him. He braces a hand on the wall and crouches lower so I can find the right angle. I glance at his dick straining hard against his tight pants, and it makes me even wetter. I want more.
“Why don’t you join me?”
“Because you’re exhausted, and I’m not sure I can give you gentle right now.”
“I’m not asking for gentle.”
He pulls his hand back and unzips his fly, looking at me with a brow quirked up in question. I nod, and he drops his pants to the shower floor. I’m staring at the dark patch of hair that trails down his abdomen and disappears beneath the waistband of his boxer briefs.
Holy hell.
He’s thick. He casts his eyes down as I toy with his waistband, yanking it toward me and then down his thighs. His dick springs free between us. I’m standing too close to study him, but I run my fingers along his length, and he pushes toward me.
“Tell me what you want, lovely. Make sure you know what you’re getting yourself into.”
“Are you always this intense about it?”
